Let go of that monster girl!

A half-human, half-bird shadowy figure rapidly approached beneath the sky.

The scout mouse on the watchtower was dozing off while holding its binoculars, its little head drooping little by little.

She seemed to notice something, rubbed her eyes, and raised the binoculars.

Then the mouse jumped up from the stool and frantically pounced on the switch on the wall, flipping it down.

Ding! ! !

The alarm bells rang out instantly throughout the low hills.

The militia rats poured out of the various sentry posts in a chaotic manner.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

In just over ten seconds, anti-aircraft shotguns and high-angle ballistae were all in position, all pointing at the dark figure in the sky.

Just wait for that half-human, half-bird monster to get a little closer, then smash it into a pile of dust in mid-air.

However, the tiny monster flying in the air did not approach; it remained at the furthest distance from which the ballista could accurately fire.

Why doesn't it come over and squeak?

"Shall we try shooting an arrow first?"

The doorbell next to the scout mouse suddenly rang.

She poked her little head out of the lookout window and shouted down at the dark mass of militia rats operating their weapons:

"The Baron signaled to put away weapons and let that strange thing in!"

"Let it in, squeak?"

"What if it's a new species of ant girl?"

"It might be a new species of chimera."

“What the Baron says is certainly true.”

"But it looks really scary."

The mice squeaked and squeaked, but in the end they obediently lowered the cannon barrel.

All the round eyes were fixed on the dark figure, watching it cross the defense line and fly towards the baron's castle on the mountaintop.

Under the pitch-black sky, a dark shadow folded its wings and landed on the open windowsill of the Baron's reception room.

Moren stood up from his chair, walked to the window, and turned on the lampshade of the fluorite lantern.

It illuminated a young girl's face.

"Welcome to Happy Express! Haha!"

Habi gave Morren a silly grin.

Round eyes, round face.

It has no human arms, two broad wings covered with dark brown feathers, and a pair of sharp bird claws gripping the edge of the windowsill.

A layer of fine, soft downy fur grew on her lower abdomen, which was exposed under her vest.

Happy.

Also known as the harpy.

They have three very famous characteristics.

The least important point is a beautiful singing voice.

Two important points, I suppose.

Right in front of Morren.

Molen's gaze fell on the huge cloth storage bag, and for the first time, he felt a little dizzy.

A fun fact: flying creatures are either incredibly strong, capable of flying like bricks, or possess magical abilities.

Alternatively, one could simultaneously possess low body fat, strong pectoral muscles, and a streamlined physique.

Therefore, for hobbits who are both energetic and fearless, being a singer or a bard is a good career path.

For those short-statured individuals who can't keep up with the demands of the market, the only option is to enter the courier industry, which involves risk and risk.

However, there aren't many Harpies who can fly long distances in the dark, so the guy who hired her must have paid a hefty price.

who can that be?

Molen reached out and slipped his hand into the huge storage bag, watching her expectant gaze.

Hard, soft, big, big.

Various shapes of miscellaneous items were crammed together.

I had this strange feeling, like a little boy being invited by a weird older sister to touch the candy in her pocket.

His fingers quickly touched a hard little thing and pulled it out.

A small stone, about the size of a palm.

A large rune is engraved in the center, surrounded by a ring of smaller auxiliary runes.

It was warm to the touch, shimmering slightly in Moren's palm.

Runestone.

"Thanks for using Happy Express! Haha!"

After saying this, Harpy spread his wings, leaped from the windowsill, and disappeared into the darkness.

The shipping fee should have been paid by the sender, since she didn't ask Moren for any gold coins before she flew away.

Morren examined the runestone from all angles; there were no mechanisms or accompanying letters.

Morren has seen this kind of runestone before.

Communication stone.

It's not uncommon, but it's very expensive and doesn't work well.

A set of five bound stones can be used to send text messages to other bound communication stones simply by holding them tightly and concentrating.

The recipient only needs to inject a small amount of magic to see messages from other communication stone holders.

It was originally created to replace witches who had the ability to transmit sound.

However, because it is too inefficient, it requires a lot of magic to send out just a few words.

Ultimately, only witches and monster girls could use it properly by holding it directly in their hands.

"Lym, come here for a second."

Before long, the runestone was inserted into Lym's head.

The Lyme projector knelt obediently on the carpet, facing the wall.

The light from the runestones, imbued with the monster girl's magic, slowly converged and fell onto the wall, forming a line of text.

"Meow!"

Molen nearly fell off the stool.

The fluorescent yellow text scrolled slowly, revealing the next line:

"Meow, meow, is Boss Moren watching?"

"Boss Morren left Wolfsburg in such a hurry that he forgot to bring the cat's gift, meow."

"The cat cost a lot of money to order, and hiring Harpy to deliver it cost even more."

It's Jimmy.

This cat is so meowy and has so much spare money.

But there shouldn't be any witches or monster girls in the cat and mouse caravan, right?

How did she use the communication stone?

"The cat originally thought it would need to hire a rabbit to send a message to the Baron, but the brown fox girl next door seems to be a priestess cat."

"She said her name was Fox Seventeen, and she spoke so sweetly and politely, meow."

"The cat thought she looked familiar, but she said the cat had mistaken her for someone else."

"She also sold the cat a lot of snake oil, saying it was good for her fur. Although the cat didn't seem to change much after drinking it, maybe it didn't drink enough, meow."

Molen raised his eyebrows, watching as he scrolled up line after line of rambling chatter without a single meaningful sentence.

Whoever charged Jimmy's runestone, she must be a cunning witch, wasting precious magic on such trivial matters.

They even typed in "meow".

Hmm, does Wolfsburg even have such a person?

How could I not recognize Molen?

The fluorescent yellow text continued to scroll upwards:

"Oh right, the fox nun that the Baron took to Wolfsburg last time was forgotten to be taken with him, so she went with Fox Seventeen too, meow."

She also mentioned comics and making a fortune.

"Cats don't understand meows."

Just as Moran was about to change the channel, the fluorescent yellow text finally scrolled to the important part:

"In any case, the cats have now brought the two of them back to the Sun Zone."

"The mouse girls here don't seem sad, but the cat feels so sad looking at their lives."

"Tomorrow, Cat will take the Baron's mithril to talk business with Countess Sweet Radish, meow."

"While I'm at it, I'll see if I can help the mice, meow."

"If the cat hasn't sent another message in three days, remember to come and rescue it."

After waiting a while, I confirmed that there were no more messages.

Molen nodded at Lem.

She strained her little face until she could barely make a small, light green character float up from the runestone:

"Okay~~~~~"

Chapter 100 The Dark Dwellers

Citrus collar.

It is located 12 kilometers directly north of Aishan.

Apple Village is located at the southernmost part of Citrus Territory, bordering Dwarf Mountain Territory.

The village chief slowly climbed up the small hill outside the village.

Looking down from the mountaintop, Apple Village sits quietly in the valley.

A gray mist hung in the air, and a hard stone road cut through the village entrance.

After the month of disaster, the wooden house roof was in disarray, and the surrounding walls were half collapsed.

It's clear that it was always this old, and the rats have tried their best to keep it from getting too dilapidated.

Every path was swept clean, and the mud in front of the door was leveled and smoothed out.

The collapsed buildings are being rebuilt by the rats.

On the west side of the village, several female rats were standing in front of a collapsed wall foundation, working together to lift a beam.

Their combined height was less than the length of the crossbeam; their small bodies supported a log thicker than their waists.

"One, two, three, squeak!"

"One more time, squeak!"

On the east side of the village, two female rats found the fence posts that had been swept away by the ocean currents of the disaster month, dragged them back to the edge of the mushroom nursery, and knocked them back into the soil one by one.